Naⱨum 3
1 Ⱪanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrgǝ way! U yalƣanqiliⱪ, zulum-zorawanliⱪ bilǝn tolƣan, U olja elixtin ⱨeq ⱪol üzgǝn ǝmǝs!
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Aⱨ, ⱪamqining ⱪarsildaxliri! Qaⱪlirining daⱪangxiwatⱪan, Atlarning qapqiwatⱪan, Pingildap ketiwatⱪan jǝng ⱨarwilirining sadaliri!
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 Ⱪara, atliⱪ lǝxkǝrlǝrning ⱪangⱪixliri, Ⱪiliqlarning walildaxliri, Nǝyzilǝrning palildaxliri, Ɵltürülgǝnlǝrning kɵplüki, Ɵlüklǝr dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ! Jǝsǝtlǝrning sani yoⱪtur; Ular jǝsǝtlǝrgǝ putlixidu.
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 — Seⱨirlǝrning piri u, — Əllǝrni paⱨixiwazliⱪi, Jǝmǝtlǝrni seⱨirliri bilǝn setiwetidu; Sǝn xerinsuhǝn paⱨixining nurƣun paⱨixilikliri tüpǝylidin,
because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
5 Mana, Mǝn sanga ⱪarxilixip qiⱪⱪanmǝn, — — dǝydu samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, Kɵnglikingning etikini ⱪayrip yüzünggǝ yepip, seni axkarilaymǝn, Əllǝrgǝ uyat yǝrliringni, Padixaⱨliⱪlarƣa nomusungni kɵrsitimǝn.
“Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
6 Üstünggǝ nijasǝtni taxlaymǝn, Seni xǝrmǝndiqiliktǝ ⱪaldurimǝn, Seni rǝswa ⱪilimǝn.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Wǝ xundaⱪ boliduki, Seni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi sǝndin ⱪeqip: — «Ninǝwǝ wǝyran ⱪilindi! Uning üqün kim ⱨaza tutidu?» — dǝydu; Mǝn sanga tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqilǝrni nǝdin tepip berimǝn?
Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
8 Sǝn dǝryalarning otturisida turƣan, Ətrapida sular bolƣan, Istiⱨkami dengiz bolƣan, Sepili dengiz bolƣan No-Amon xǝⱨiridin ǝwzǝlmusǝn?
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 Efiopiyǝmu, Misirmu uning küq-ⱪudriti idi, Ularning küqi qǝksiz idi; Put ⱨǝm Liwiyǝliklǝr uningƣa yardǝmqi idi;
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 Umu elip ketilip, ǝsirlikkǝ qüxkǝn; Barliⱪ koqa bexida bowaⱪliri qɵrüp taxliwetildi; Ular uning mɵtiwǝrliri üqün qǝk taxlidi, Uning barliⱪ ǝrbabliri zǝnjirdǝ baƣlanƣanidi.
Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
11 Sǝnmu mǝst bolisǝn; Sǝn mɵkünüwalisǝn; Sǝn düxmǝndin ⱨimayǝ izdǝp yürisǝn;
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Sening barliⱪ istiⱨkamliring huddi tunji mewigǝ kirgǝn ǝnjür dǝrihining ǝnjürlirigǝ ohxaydu; Birla silkisǝ, ular yegüqining aƣziƣa qüxidu.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Mana, hǝlⱪing xǝⱨiringdǝ ⱪiz-ayallardǝk bolup ⱪaldi; Zeminingning ⱪowuⱪliri düxmǝnliringgǝ kǝng iqilidu; Ot tɵmür taⱪaⱪliringni yǝp ketidu.
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
14 Əmdi muⱨasirigǝ tǝyyarliⱪ ⱪilip su tartip ⱪoy! Ⱪorƣanliringni mustǝⱨkǝmlǝ! Seƣiz topidin lay etip, Ⱨak layni qǝylǝp ⱪoy! Humdanni raslap ⱪoy!
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 Ot seni xu yǝrdǝ yǝp ketidu; Ⱪiliq seni üzüp taxlaydu; U seni qekǝtkǝ liqinkisidǝk yǝwatidu; Əmdi ɵzüngni qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliridǝk kɵp ⱪil, Qekǝtkidǝk ɵzüngni zor kɵp ⱪil!
There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
16 Sǝn sodigǝrliringni asmandiki yultuzlardin kɵp ⱪilding; Mana, qekǝtkǝ liqinkisi ⱪanat qiⱪirip, uqup ketidu!
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 Sening ǝrbabliring qekǝtkilǝrdǝk, Sǝrdarliring mijir-mijir qaⱪqiⱪizlardǝk bolidu; Mana ular soƣuⱪ künidǝ qitlar iqigǝ kiriwelip makan ⱪilidu; Ⱪuyax qiⱪⱪanda, ular ⱪeqip ketidu, Barƣan yerini tapⱪili bolmaydu.
Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
18 Qopanliring mügdǝp ⱪaldi, i Asuriyǝning padixaⱨi; Sening aⱪsɵngǝkliring jim yatidu; Hǝlⱪing taƣlar üstigǝ tarⱪilip kǝtti, Ⱨeqkim ularni yiƣmaydu;
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Sening yarang dawasiz, Sening zǝhming eƣirdur; Hǝwiringni angliƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi üstüngdin qawak qalidu; Qünki tohtawsiz rǝzilliking kimning bexiƣa kǝlmigǝndu?
There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
